The Apocalypse and Other Sundry Matters

So it snowed in the Phoenix-area. Snow... in the desert.
I saw it myself too. Driving from my parents to my best friend's parent's house. Snow clearly coming down. I wanted to pull over to the side of the ride and freak out.

Clearly this means the end is very seriously nigh. Should I be sad the world is coming to an end? Did anything really get accomplished? Way to go humanity. We had thousands of years to get something done and instead we drew on cave walls and watched videos in the internet.

Still can't find my DVDs from the move. This is really frustrating. I wanted to watch Rear Window or Philadelphia Story tonight but nooooo! Fuckers!

Weekend matters:
Friday I went with Alice and Rachel to the movies. We saw Pan's Labrynth. I think we all agreed it was quite the enjoyable movie. That makes two for two on good movies I've seen with Alice and Rachel. Three for three if you count the Friday Alice and I saw the new Bond, also awesome. I'm getting perilously close to saying I should only see movies with one of the two or both at the same time. Cause.. so far the record is exemplary.

Saturday I went to my parent's house to pick up laundry my mother insisted on washing for me. I also took Dad to lunch cause he was lying on the couch watching TV. He looked bored. I felt like being a good happy son. We went to a Chase's Diner in Mesa/Chandler. I hadn't been since I lived in Gilbert with the Ex. It was just as good as remember it.

Sunday I was supposed to see Steve and Heather. But dude forgot to tell me he wasn't going to be at his parent's house till later in the afternoon. I arrived at noon and was told by his dad that was the story. So I hung out with his mom and dad for a bit. They're like my second set of parents anyway. Even though they're raging conservatives and sometimes I think his dad wants to kill me cause I'm so liberal, I still enjoy their company and had a good time. I watched the first half of the Bears Saints game and then went to my parents.
Once at my parents, I raided their fridge. I pretty much made a pig of myself which I rarely do. I ate the rest of their ice cream (out of the carton no less), finished the box of English Muffins, had a sandwich, drank a bunch of their milk/water/juice and had some chips. My stomach hurts just reading that.
At five I went back to Steve's to sign the waiver agreeing not to die of a heart attack while partying on a naval vessel. I had to take off quickly though to make Jen's birthday dinner at her house.
Dinner was great. Steak was tasty. We watched Dodgeball afterwards cause it was on. Jen was sick so she was kinda of bitchy/cranky. But I totally understand and know that she gets like that when she's sick. I still had a good time. Even though her house is out in Buckeye and I feel like I should get on a plane to get there.

That's it really. That's the weekend and the apocalypse and other sundry matters. If the world is still spinning and orbiting the sun, I'll be around.